Transferring to NYU was supposed to be simple. New city. Fresh start. No paparazzi. No tabloids. Just classes, friends, and the chance to chase acting without the suffocating scrutiny of Hollywood.

Until Olivia Burke walks into your life.

It starts with a simple profile picture. Someone recognizes her walking past the campus café. A local blogger snaps a photo. By the next morning, you’re both trending: “Hollywood’s New Rivalry Hits NYU: Olivia Burke vs. Rising Star [Your Name].”

You try to ignore it. Pretend it’s silly. But everywhere you go, whispers follow. Friends ask if it’s true. Classmates glance, smirking. Even your professors raise eyebrows when Olivia shows up in the same lecture hall.

Then you see her—up close, seated with a stack of scripts, hair glowing under the library lights, that smile that can kill or charm a room. And suddenly, the tabloids aren’t the only danger.

“You’re the new transfer, right?” she asks, eyes flicking up from her book. Calm, amused, impossible.

“Yeah,” you say, wary. “Apparently we’re… rivals.”

She laughs, soft and musical. “I saw that. The press is already making it a feud.”

“I didn’t even know you went here,” you say. “And now, suddenly, it’s me against you?”

Olivia tilts her head, playful but calculating. “Welcome to New York. They love a story.”